A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem …

Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …

Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)    All poems original Copyright of Ann M Johnson, unless otherwise noted 2013-2021. I love writing and reading poetry I also enjoying singing. I also appreciate …

Connecticut    My name is Joseph Adomavicia, I am a licensed CNC Toolmaker full time, I also attend college part time at Naugatuck Valley Community College in …

M    Have you not learned yet that my words do not suffice? Thank you so much for viewing.

21/Non-binary/Oregon   

24/F/south carolina    "When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I …

all over   

47/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh    Love is for yours Love is for mine And we are for each other. @ Musfiq us shaleheen I have bided you, in the center …

Michigan   

in a mountain somewhere    just a from , trying to write .

minnesota    im 15 and i have dark red hair and blue eyes and i love poetry hello

East Coast    somewhere between hollow and hallowed. all the poetry i post here is original work.

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im figuring out how to be a wildflower.

Angels play sounds of sweet sorrow on the strings of my heart.

suspiciouscity, in    tall and flickering. just a cyclical daydream about the night I call out "Baby, come to bed." and mean it.

I write a bunch of ... blueprints.

i was never sure of anything but i was so fucking sure of you